Chapter 89 The Fourth Cave

Compared with the three caves we explored before, the fourth cave seemed even more dead.

It is precisely because it is so dead that the wind blowing in, the blowing grass blades, and even the water droplets dripping from the damp stalagmites seem to be magnified countless times, making people feel horrified.

The demonized bats hiding in it seemed not as lively as those in other caves. Although I didn’t know where they were lurking, I could clearly feel the uneasiness in my heart - it was a long time. An instinct honed by suffering alone.

Adjust your breathing, and adjust your gasping sound and breathing speed to the weakest and best state. Only in this case can any disturbance be known at the first time, and only in this way can the damage be reduced. Small to lowest.

He moved lightly, and the soft pads of his leather shoes made a soft creaking sound on the gravel and fine sand.

Anxiety always surrounds me, hovering above my head, like a thick cloud that the wind cannot blow away.

here. . It's so quiet.

He continued to move forward cautiously, squinting his eyes slightly and carefully exploring every bit of the ground. Everything he saw was clear.

About two meters ahead, a small piece of earth slope was slightly raised. Although it seemed to be well buried, the color of the broken sand on the earth slope was lighter, and it was obvious that it had been tampered with.

Frowning, I took out my Zanmatada sword and stabbed it twice on the slope, and then stabbed it twice in other places. I immediately understood the mystery.

If I guessed correctly, this should be a trap made of weeds and broken soil. Looking at the sandy soil on the surface, the surface has become dry due to the lack of moisture coverage and infection, so the color will become much lighter. I guess It has been more than a day since this trap was created.

Moreover, when the tip of the Zanmatachi sword was pierced, the soil layer was easily penetrated, which undoubtedly proved that there was a trap with the soil dug out underneath.

Talk. . This should not be a thing created by the God of Creation. An old man who can create such a wonderful dungeon project should not be bored to make such crude traps that can be seen at a glance with a little attention.

What could be underneath the trap?

I retracted my ever-increasing imagination and kept my eyes on the trap without moving an inch.

Could it be a secret curare needle? Or is it just a corpse that has long since lost its life?

I lay down next to the trap and sniffed a few times, but I didn't smell any strange smell.

I clapped my hands and decided to use my sword to remove the disguise on the trap to see what was underneath.

The tip of the knife was slowly inserted without touching anything. It seemed that the position touched so far was empty. I turned my wrist, exerted a slight force, and raised it upwards, and a sense of weight was instantly transmitted to my arm.

I did not relax and continued to exert force. I picked up the thing on the tip of the knife and slowly moved it. I adjusted my body's position accordingly to avoid moving out of the gap to avoid sudden danger.

In this way, the position of the covering was moved bit by bit. It took about ten minutes to completely remove the heavy covering and threw it on the ground. I quietly stepped forward and took a look. . It was pitch black inside.

So dark. You can see a fart!

I couldn't help but curse and complain. Suddenly, I remembered that there was a torch extinguished by a demonized bat in my backpack. Not only that, but all fire-making tools were also placed in my backpack. If I wanted to light up this dark trap, I couldn't. Simple!

I lit the torch and gently probed into the trap. At first glance, my scalp felt numb: although there were no poisonous arrow corpses under the trap, there were densely sharpened bamboo poles scattered everywhere.

Once a creature falls in here, unless it is an extremely high-level orc warrior, how can anyone use their flesh to resist the being without being pierced!

What a vicious trap!

I thought that if I hadn't paid attention just now and stepped on it accidentally, even if I didn't die, I would definitely be seriously injured.

The coolness instantly penetrated my back, and my whole body shivered, and an inexplicable anger rose up.

Standing there, taking a few deep breaths, the hands holding the torch and sword stopped shaking.

I extinguished the flame on the torch, pinned the torch to my side, suppressed the heat, and continued to move forward. I wanted to see how many traps were waiting for me to step on.

This time, I will carefully observe not only the ground, but also the rock walls, for fear of being plotted because I missed some mechanism.

After walking about thirty meters, I found a deep pit trap similar to the one before at another location.

Just as I destroyed the trap, the demonized bat hiding in the corner finally couldn't stand its loneliness and flew straight towards me.

Although it is inconvenient for me to move, it does not mean that it can hurt me. For speed, my knife speed is several times faster than its flying speed.

If it weren't for its inexplicable ability to predict and the unique attribute of being able to adjust its posture at will in mid-air, I wouldn't mind challenging swarms of demonized bats at all.

In such a small space, it is also a restriction for the demonized bat. Before it spreads its wings and flies far away, avoiding my knife, I have already chopped it down.

Sadly, it fell into the trap without any bias, and happened to land on a sharpened bamboo pole. The sharp bamboo pole mercilessly punched a big hole in its body.

Although it is not dead for a while and can still struggle desperately, it is just a grasshopper after autumn - it can't hop around for much longer.

After getting rid of this demonized bat, I continued to move deeper.

After destroying two more pit traps one after another, I finally reached the end.

This end is completely different from the previous ones. It is not a portal leading to the fourteenth floor, but a small cave with a small capacity. There are some vaguely drawn thick lines on the rock wall of the cave.

I lit the torch, and the whole cave lit up instantly. Then I looked closer at the vague calligraphy and painting on the rock wall. They were a group of little people, crawling on the ground. In the direction of the crawling, there was a person sitting on a stone chair. The appearance of this man was not clearly described, only that he had his arms raised, holding a staff-like object in his hand, with his head facing forward, shining with light.

Although the staff on the picture looks like a matchstick, I understand that it should be a symbolic object that can only be owned by the supreme ruler, and its effect should be the same as the dog-beating stick of the beggar gang.

However, what exactly does this magnificent stickman masterpiece want to express?

With this question in mind, I continued to look at several other pictures.

The quality of the next mural was even more simple and rough, and even blurry in some places. I couldn't tell whether it was a person or something else.

But when I saw the third painting, I instantly understood the meaning of the second mural.

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